A quiet, muffled laugh (which admittedly isn't that mirthful); his lifeday is many things, but one that it usually isn't--hasn't been for the past fourteen years--is happy.
Not happy, but Winter is here. It could be a lot worse.
He sinks his hand into white hair and falls back, pulling her with him.
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Date: 2006-06-05 09:40 pm (UTC)Not happy, but Winter is here. It could be a lot worse.
He sinks his hand into white hair and falls back, pulling her with him.